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I sensed that the situation was dire and quickly took out the Concealment Talisman, slapping it onto Ruo Yu.
Yamamoto Taro looked disheveled, his clothes torn to shreds, and there were bloodstains at the corner of his mouth.
What on earth was going on here? How could something inflict such severe injuries on Yamamoto Taro in such a short time?
At that moment, Yamamoto Taro had been chased up to the fourth floor. Just as he was about to escape downwards, he was trapped by a massive shadow that enveloped him and his companions.
Inside, it seemed like countless Yuan Huns were flying around incessantly. Each time one of them pierced through the trapped individuals, they let out screams akin to a slaughtered pig.
It is known that the pain of the soul can drive one more insane than physical pain. The people inside appeared to be in a frenzy, self-mutilating and attacking each other. The air was filled with their wails mixed with the stench of blood.
Strangely, all the blood was being absorbed by the black mist, which became increasingly dense.
Sweat beads the size of mung beans oozed from Yamamoto Taro's face. Despite his desperate resistance, the clarity in his eyes was evidently fading.
Ruo Yu let out a cold snort. Although she was unaware of our tragic history, seeing the enemy suffer brought her some satisfaction.
I felt a sense of vengeance as well and had no intention of saving him.
To my surprise, Ruo Yu's faint cold snort released some yang energy, causing the ghostly figure to immediately turn and fly towards us.
"Run!" I shouted loudly. Then I split off in a different direction from Ruo Yu. However, as I ran through the narrow structure of the old building, I soon bumped into Ruo Yu again.
The only way to reach the third floor was to pass through that shadow; otherwise, we would have to jump down from the fourth floor as if we had wings.
With our distraction, Yamamoto Taro's side became much easier. However, several of his disciples were either severely injured or dead, clearly unable to be of any help.
Yamamoto Taro wore a grim expression as he surveyed the devastation around us. He shouted at me, “Hachigaya Road, Ling Sang, this is all your doing. Once we get out of here, I will definitely go to the Special Investigation Bureau and make sure you suffer for this.”
I was trying to fend off the ghostly figure alongside Ruo Yu, but this apparition was filled with resentment, its blood-red eyes glowing eerily in the night.
“Yamamoto Taro, how can you blame me for this? Even if I hadn’t come today, you would still have to go up to the fifth floor to find that Five-Pointed Star Array Disk. You would have encountered it anyway,” I retorted.
Yamamoto Taro was so furious that he could hardly speak, his face turning red with anger. In that moment of distraction, I received a punch to the chest that sent me flying against the wall, raising a cloud of dust.
Yamamoto Taro found it quite satisfying and remarked, “There’s a saying: justice is clear and retribution is inevitable. It seems there’s truth to that. And look, retribution has already come.”
He stood aside, watching with an expression of amusement.
I coughed a few times while clutching my chest. “I can agree with that sentiment. However, you all committed heinous acts against us back then; I fear that retribution is still waiting for you. Even if it’s not about the destruction of your nation or clan, it won’t be far off!”
As we spoke, Ruo Yu also fell victim to the attack. Although he was a spirit himself and not as fearful of Gui Wu as humans were, facing this Evil Spirit still had an effect on him.
Despite being shrouded in black mist, I could see that this Evil Spirit was composed of countless Yuan Hun. Within the dark fog, I could faintly make out numerous twisted faces trying to break free from the shadows.
A sense of dread filled my heart; this Evil Spirit was far from ordinary Yuan Hun. Upon further reflection, I realized it was an Asura Demon.
To form an Asura Demon requires a vast number of Yuan Hun—those who suffered immensely in life and died with deep resentment. Then, one powerful vengeful spirit would consume and refine the remaining Gui Wu over many years to create such a fearsome Evil Spirit that both gods and men dread—an Asura!
The usual tools I used against Gui Wu, like the Kasa and Peach Wood Sword, had no effect on the black mist at all. Instead, they were eroded by it, losing some of their spiritual essence.
With my artifacts damaged, my power naturally diminished significantly.
In an instant, I found myself at a disadvantage and injured. Seeing this, Yamamoto Taro no longer watched the spectacle; he turned and ran towards the third floor.
I gritted my teeth; even if I were to die, I had to take someone down with me. Besides, Yamamoto Taro was still a member of the Nationals.
With that thought, I sprang up like a carp leaping from the water and immediately activated the Great Shift Technique, pushing through the black mist.
However, the closer I got to the mist, the greater the resistance became, as if countless hands were tearing at me. I endured the pain and pressed on, my mind fixated on one thought: to lure the Asura Demon towards Yamamoto Taro and perish together.
Suddenly, my mind was flooded with images.
Rows of beds held people in hospital gowns, their limbs strapped to the foot of the beds. Their faces were contorted in agony as masked figures injected them with something.
Some had large areas of skin rotting away, while others had their abdomens opened up, revealing a mass of blood and flesh. Some were already delirious, their cracked lips moving like fish out of water, gasping for breath in a desperate struggle.
A historical memory struck me: weren't the live experiments conducted by J Country located in the northeast? Had they really extended into H City?
A wave of anger surged within me; these murderous demons deserved to go to hell and experience the tortures of the eighteen levels of hell.
Though silent, I could clearly feel their pain and despair.
I muttered the Six Character Mantra, "Rest assured, we will remember this grudge for generations and will not forget it for even a moment. One day, we will seek justice for you and make those Nationals kneel before the world, repenting for their past sins!"
I had no idea how long I walked; it felt both brief and prolonged as I relived the suffering endured by everyone trapped here.
As for how I emerged from that place, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that when I passed through the black mist, my face felt icy cold. Those who had never experienced such brutality could never truly understand that profound sense of fear and despair.
I wiped away the tears at the corner of my eyes and shouted as I ran towards Yamamoto Taro.
The Asura Demon heard my voice and turned to chase after me. Holding the Ruyi Stick in my hand, I jumped to the third floor, blocking Yamamoto Taro's path.
"Now, none of us are getting away!" I fixed my gaze on Yamamoto Taro.
Feeling the danger behind him, Yamamoto Taro wasted no time with words and attacked me directly, trying to take me down quickly. Although I was injured, a strong determination surged within me; I had to keep Yamamoto Taro here.
After all, this wasn't a life-or-death battle; I just needed to hold him off. After a few exchanges, Yamamoto Taro began to panic, shouting as if he was preparing to unleash a powerful strike to take me down.
Even though it was just a moment's breath, it was enough. At that moment, the shadow had caught up. Although the Asura Demon had lost consciousness, he had just shouted "Hachigaya Road," which seemed to have triggered something in him.
Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, the Asura Demon trapped Yamamoto Taro in the black mist.
At that moment, Yamamoto Taro felt a sense of retreat rising in his heart. As he entered the black mist, he became completely lost.
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